Deathreat Notes,

Final (Notice)

Deathreat Men: send them to Wormwoodscrubs
before they send us to Heaven, that hirise open prison
Theserpent on community service scrubs,
coiled round God's telescopic mop of 7 drawtubes,
whilst those who never did no wrong perdure
thru harpyclappy purgatory of praise 'n' orison,
where yawn even the saints whose patience 
commands hagiolatry amongst the other saints. 
Another round of kumbayah on goddy guitar
even has the canonised crowd covet deaf frets
or tempted to trespass into the path of a passing
kumbyavester
as it reaps, threshes and winnows the sheep from the goats.
Heaven makes Bawburgh look a partytown, 
reciting the Lor'prurgh means thine is the humdrum, 
the snorer and the boring
forever and ever, oh man...It's only Heaven 
coz there Azrael is a dodo: there's no 
repomonstrous, osseous, controversial figure 
in a cowl by the name of  SkullymcSkullface 
in Heaven's Who's Who.  
There, there's no mortality to terminologically 
qualify that ultimatum which is the M.O.
of the Deathreat Men:
no death to define what is weapon.

But there isn't really any God 
to own a drone called Azrael,
so how can Obama's drones be Raguels?
Ergo there is no Heaven really
other than the Earthly Death Of All Deathreat Men,
other than an ironic forest of scaffolds 
it's only human not to build in a day.
Any more to it than that and we're on a 
superstitious hiding to nothing,
and may as well redeem Deathreat Men 
by reclassifying them
Chaoschristians, who by lucky fatal accident
bring forward our freedom from their sins
when they do us in.